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A Novel
Chapter One
June 3
At 5 A.M. the sun had not yet risen over the long winding Bayou Lafourche. But it was light, and two hundred yards from the house Jack could see the two great Southern oaks, draped in Spanish moss, guarding the western bank. The sun came up right between them at this time of year, and the square of sky, framed by the giant trees, was turning a deep ocher in color. It was already hot, and very still, here in the sullen morning twilight of the Louisiana marshes. Jack Faber was not altogether unhappy about his forthcoming journey to the cooler North. He had never left Louisiana before. Except to a half-dozen neighboring ballfields in Texas and Mississipi.
In the distance, across the undulating land, he could hear a big flock of snow geese preparing for flight, and closer to home, there was the endless throb of the drilling rigs of the Louisiana Oil and Gas Corporation, driving deep below the brackish water, with its teeming wildlife, in search of natural gas. Modern man had not yet found the time to make a serious mess of the vast natural sweep of the silent marshes in thi ... read full excerpt from: Slider ebook
